Swinging Wives

CHAPTER ONE-2

He was naked in a few seconds. His c**k stood out, hard and throbbing. He took a handful of the sheer negligee in one big paw and pulled on it.

"You'd better take this off, lady," he growled. "I aim to f**k you. No use in tearing your pretty clothes!" There, he thought, that ought to ease your conscience.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" the woman moaned softly. "Please don't hurt me!" She rolled expertly out of the clinging fabric and Sonny Benson's c**k gave a jerk of anticipation. This woman was beautiful! Her t**s were really big for a rather small woman. His own wife was beautiful too, and he loved her t**s. But she was an Earth Mother. This dainty, strong-looking woman was an old song come to life. Sophisticated Lady. Her neatly rounded belly was like pink satin but so warm and responsive to the touch of his hand.

Her waist was small, but seemed even smaller because of the opulence of her titties and the flare of her hips.

With an intentionally rough hand, guessing this type of woman might require it, he grabbed an ankle and pulled on it. Her legs came apart.

The woman squeaked in fright, but now he knew beyond a doubt that she wanted c**k more than anything in the world.

She had a magnificent cunt. Its outer lips were extremely large and fat, running all the way back to her f**k hole. As he pulled her legs apart, these lips had popped open. The inside was a deep shade of coral pink and it was shining from oozing fluids. And the hole, normally closed by its strong ring of muscles, gaped open. It was almost blood-red from her inner heat. As he watched it, his c**k throbbing, it opened and closed convulsively. It was gulping! like a hungry mouth!

The shine of red lips through the dark cunt hair gave him a shivering appetite. His tongue grew hard and saliva flooded his mouth.

"AAaaagggghhh!" he cried, his mind out of gear with lust.

He dropped to his knees and plunged his mouth into the yawning red hole. His nose mashed flat into the slickness of her warm inner lips. Curly black hair tickled his cheeks. The reek of hot cunt was strong and beautiful in his nostrils.

But the taste! The taste of her cunt! That was more beautiful!

He sucked into the hole, running his tongue deep inside it to lick out the s****l honey. His lips writhed as the flow threatened to spill out of the corners of his mouth.

He knew that the woman was writhing and screaming but he could not stop. He wanted her cunt, wanted to eat it and suck it until she came. And in spite of his lust and the fire of his passion, he thought first of all that she needed to c*m.

She had actually been juicing in a mild way the moment he touched her. She had been expelling a hot flood of inner fluids when her v****a had opened and closed. But this was a truly big orgasm now and it swept her entire body.

He licked harder getting into the crease on the outside of her hairy lips. Along the sweated furrow where the body and thighs join, where the curly hairs straggle away from the thickly-haired cunt lips and die away along the smoothness of a woman's inner thigh. He could make out her noises.

"Oh God! Suck me! SUCK ME! Suck my cunt! Oh, get that c*m juice out! SUCK! SUCK! AAARRRGGGHHH!" And all the time her ass was weaving and beating up and down. Her thighs were heaving up to hold his strong jaws. Her cunt was opening and closing on his slippery tongue as its hardness swept her into a delight greater than she had ever known.

His hands were around her thighs holding her cunt tight against him. He did not want to lose a drop of her strong, fragrant juice. He did not want to lose contact with those slick and writhing inner lips. And more than anything else he wanted to keep sucking on that loving, living cunt hole.

His forehead was beginning to sweat. His c**k was throbbing so hard that he was afraid he might blow his nuts at any minute. His forehead felt the smoothness of her belly, just as his closed eyes felt the brush of her deeply piled cunt hair. He was breathing like a steam engine pulling up a grade. Each indrawn breath brought him the rich and powerful perfume of p***y from her open cunt as well as from the softly curled cunt hair.

At last the woman's body stopped heaving and her cunt slackened. She was still sobbing but her hand in his dark red hair was gentle.

He got up after taking one final slurping kiss at the slick clutch of inner labia. He looked at the woman and thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her body seemed to glow with suppressed heat. The hard c*m had swollen her breasts so that their smooth skin shone with the tightness of inner pressure.

She smiled at him and he smiled down at her, suddenly feeling that he had found a most precious f**k, possibly the perfect f**k. And he had not even f****d her yet.

She looked at him, his strong face gleaming with the juices from her body. Her hand went out to his great c**k, and tears were in her eyes. She took hold of it with the greatest care, knowing it was about to shoot its heavy load of sperm. She had plans for that powerful load of c*m.

"Come to me, Mr. Benson," she whispered, looking at him with all the feverish love in her body. "Give me this big c**k! Oh, please! I must kiss him! I must suck out that cream!"

Her small hand was around the broad, hairy base of his prick. Her fingers held it lightly as they thrilled at the heavy pulse in the big veins.

"You can have it any way you want it, Mrs. Foy," the big man whispered, and suddenly laughed in delight. "What kind of nuts are we?" he asked. "I've just sucked the juice out of your p***y. You're holding my f**k stick. And you're calling me Mr. and I'm calling you Mrs.! That's crazy I"

The dark woman blushed slightly. There was a slight dew of perspiration on her lush body. She ran a pink and pointed tongue out around her lips and a drop of saliva oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Her mouth was one of the most starkly s****l points about her, the man had thought from his first look. His granddad had some old movie magazines and had once shown him a picture of Mae Murray. "The girl with the bee-stung lips," she had been called. And his grandfather had chortled: "If you ever see a mouth like that, Jerome, try to get your c**k in it!" He remembered the old man's advice. Janet Foy truly had the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.

Thick and cushiony, like her hairy cunt lips. Dark red without benefit of lipstick. Seemingly swollen just as her nether lips were, and delicately textured like the slick inner lips of her cunt.

"Do you want to sixty-nine, darling?" he whispered. "Do you want me to suck you again? I mean while you're sucking me off? Remember, I have all afternoon. What we give up for this moment, we can have later. With interest!" he chuckled, thrusting his c**k toward her breasts.

"Oh, he's so lovely!" Janet cried, looking up at him from under her curling lashes as she held the redheaded monster against one smooth breast. "And I want that hot jism so bad! Can you kneel while I raise up a little? I'll show you how much I want your jizz!"

The earthiness of this dainty woman brought a new surge of masculine power to Sonny Benson. "Suck me until I shoot it," he assented. "Then I'll suck you until it's hard again. If that's what you want, lovely!"

She raised her free arm to put it around his neck, and he tumbled onto the bed as they kissed. He had never known a mouth so hot and sweet. Those thick lips closed on his and a long tongue swept its slick strength into his mouth. His hands sought her t**s and he was amazed by their firmness and the size of her n*****s. How old was she? At least as old as Irene, his wife. Thirty-five? Older? Her breasts were youthful, vibrant. like her cunt. He thought of those slippery, strong muscles in her p***y as he sucked on her tongue. But mainly, he enjoyed the delicacy of her touch on his c**k.

When their mouths separated at last, Janet held his face between her hands so that she could look at him better. For those first pregnant minutes, she could see him only dimly. The sweeping power of her lust had made everything hazy.

Now she could look at him as a person. She loved the way his darkly auburn hair grew close to his well shaped head. She loved the kindness and good humor in his full lipped mouth and green eyes. And then she remembered the broad, thick c**k she had been holding in her hand.

He lay on his side as she burrowed down into his lap, letting her decide how she was going to accomplish what she wanted. She was like a busy child, muttering to herself as she pushed and tugged at his legs and body.

His anticipation was higher than hers when she at last opened that fantastic mouth and swallowed his cockhead.

She took it in gently, opening her thick lips just enough to let it slide in between her teeth. The gamy scent and richness of taste made her gulp as her saliva flooded. She loved the softness of the head and the satin smoothness of the loose skin that rolled back as she sucked him. She remembered she had wanted him kneeling, since she wanted to control and aim his spurts of semen, but this was too sweet to interrupt. The wild scent of his crotch, sweated on this bright summer day, was intensely moving. She held his c**k in a tight little fist and went down on it hard. Then in a quick move she took her mouth away to lick between his hairy thighs, shivering in her hot guts at the masculine tang of sweat.

With a couple of shoves of her body she made him roll on his back. He drew his feet back and his thighs fell apart. She saw his nuts, as big as hen's eggs in their hairy sac. With a groan of passionate delight she once more released his c**k so that she could kiss those reservoirs of sperm. The voluptuousness of her tongue on his balls made the man quiver. It delighted the woman, who immediately sucked one of the big gonads into her slippery mouth. She tongued it tenderly, sucking at the grating hairs, enjoying the feel of being alive and filled with s*x. If only a man had two c***s! Or perhaps three!

He began to let his big fingers drag down the crack between her lovely buttocks, picking up the slick syrup which had flowed so hotly from her writhing cunt. Every long dark hair at the mouth of her v****a was plastered down with the clear goo. He brought his fingers to his mouth, the sensuality of their joining giving him more pleasures.

The sucking on his balls was highly inflammatory, especially since Janet had never stopped jerking him off. In a way, he wanted most intensely to shoot his load into her gorgeous mouth. To feel his heavy load of thick sperm shoot into her cheeks and down her throat. To feel those powerful throat muscles massaging his d**k as she swallowed his hot showers of jism. But he had said: "Any way you want it, darling!" and he meant it. But he was close to bursting as he stroked in her lush ass, felt her warm breasts moving on his belly, and watched her soft hand work on his c**k.